NBA: I'm not a clean center

"The system is starting..."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the physical fitness template of basketball star DeAndre Ayton!!!"

"Physical fitness matching..."

"Matches the following..."

"The detected height of the host is 207cm, and the system automatically matches the height close to DeAndre Ayton, and the corrected arm span is 214cm (the correction will be completed in one month)."

"It is detected that the host's arm span is 210cm, and the system automatically matches the arm span close to that of DeAndre Ayton. The corrected arm span is 228cm (the correction will be completed after three months)."

"It is detected that the power of the host is greater than that of DeAndre Ayton, and the power match is cancelled."

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A series of voices in his mind woke up Xiao En who was sleeping soundly.

"System? The kind that plays games?"

"Deandre Ayton physical fitness template? Who is Deandre Ayton?"

"what the fxxk????"

A big question mark flashed across Sean's forehead.

"I'm not awake yet, am I dreaming?"

"Snapped!"

Sean directly rewarded himself with a big mouth. This slap made him grin his teeth in pain, and cursed while eating the pain:

"fxxk! Damn it, why didn't I slap my thigh, this Ayton is not a fool, right, this shit system inherited his IQ to me?"

"If that's the case? No! Damn it!"

Thinking of this, Sean suddenly panicked, he couldn't care about the burning pain on his face, he quickly got up and pulled his pants down, looking down.

A huge monster suddenly appeared in front of the eyes.

Seeing this scene, Sean was greatly relieved. Fortunately, the guy who ate was still there.

After a while, when Sean managed to slow down and wanted to check the system.

"Jingle Bell......................"

A cell phone ringing disrupted his thinking.

Sean picked up the Nokia mobile phone next to the bed, and the caller displayed on the screen was impressively: "Gold Master"!

"Hey, my stupid old man, what brought you here, your son doesn't have time to chat with you now......"

Before Xiao En finished speaking, his ears were ringing with a loud roar.

"fxxk! How could I give birth to you, a little bastard, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't cheat on your father, right?"

Sean naturally understood why his father was so angry.

He kept the phone away from his ears, scratched his uncomfortable ears, and said confidently after a while:

"First of all, I am your son, and you are the only father I can cheat on."

"Besides, I'm not someone who likes to cause trouble casually. It was the gang of brothers who scolded me for being a white-skinned pig first, and I just lightly scratched them a few times. Who knows why they fell down without being beaten. If this was 100 years ago, I would have buried them in the soil as fertilizer."

The old Sean on the other side of the phone almost spat out old blood when he heard Sean's sentence "I'm not someone who likes to cause trouble casually", thinking that you didn't cause many things in high school?

However, knowing the cause and effect of the matter, his tone softened.

"If the other party provoked you first, then give me a hard beating. Anyway, your father and I run a law firm, so as long as you don't beat someone to death, that's fine, huh? The reason for the defense..."

Hearing this, Sean suddenly felt dizzy. He knew what his spitting father was going to say next.

Sure enough, Sean's father started a long education again:

"Stupid son, oh no, little Sean, I sent you to Stanford University to study law through hard work, not to practice boxing, otherwise how would you take your father's law firm in the future? Besides, what's so good about this boxing, you fight and kill all day long, and if you accidentally get a concussion......"

Xiao En was perfunctory to his father, but his thoughts drifted to the distance.

His name is Wilt Sean, he has the same name as Chamberlain, and he also has a body shape close to him, but his hobbies are different. He prefers boxing to the flesh. For basketball, he is just simple. Just been in touch.

And he is even more gifted in terms of strength. At the age of 19, he can bench press 200 kg, squat 300 kg with a load, and deadlift 320 kg.

Now belong to the 2009 freshmen of Stanford University, or the kind that just entered school.

What Old Sean said is right, he did get into Stanford through the back door, otherwise, with his scumbag grades, he would be admitted to Stanford, a well-known prestigious school in the United States. possible thing.

However, when he heard what Old Sean said about sending him to Stanford through hard work, he couldn't help curling his lips. Who was he fooling? Old Sean graduated from Stanford, and he has a close relationship with Stanford's school directors. Even if they don't have a close relationship, sending him to school is just a matter of a word.

But he didn't give old Sean any peace of mind. Not long after he arrived at the school, he beat up some brothers in the school's boxing club, because they thought Sean's complexion was too unsightly.

Thinking of this, Sean's face was full of gloom.

It seems that the school's boxing club can't go, which makes him very uncomfortable as a boxer.

But if the boxing clubs are all that kind of weaklings, then it's fine not to go.

When Sean retracted his thoughts into his body, he realized that the old Sean had hung up the phone.

"Ding!"

"Your bank card received a remittance of $100000."

Sean's heart warmed. Although his father was cursing, he was very concerned about his only son.

After all, money can be earned, but there is only one son.

Only when Sean came back to his senses did he realize that he had business to do.

"Come out, system!"

Sean tried to get the idea out of his head, wondering if it would work.

"After the system is initialized, the host can start it as long as there is an idea in his mind."

"Basketball star DeAndre Ayton's physical fitness template has been successfully matched!"

"Reminder: In order to avoid overlapping with the future DeAndre Ayton, the host's physical fitness will fluctuate with Ayton's. In addition, the change of height and arm span will be carried out within a limited time to prevent the host from being regarded as an outsider. Star."

Host: Wilt Shawn

The template matching part is as follows:

Height: 207cm (grows to 214cm after one month)

Armspan: 210cm (228cm after two months)

Maximum bounce height: 101cm (matched successfully)

Weight: XNUM X kg

Strength: Bench Press 201.4kg, Loaded Squat 302.7kg, Deadlift 321.1kg

"fxxk!!!"

Sean swears.

Even if Sean didn't know much about basketball, he was dumbfounded when he saw this statistic. There was only one thought in his mind.

"Who is this Ayton? He has such a terrifying physical fitness!"

After calming down, Sean began to interpret the system.

"The matching part? Could it be that this template does not completely copy Ayton's body to me, but matches some of his advantages to myself?"

Thinking of this, Sean became completely excited, shaking his head like a drug addict.

This wingspan, coupled with the two advantages I have gained from years of boxing training, flexibility and strength.

Dominating the wbc (World Boxing Council Championship) is just around the corner!

That's right, the first time Sean saw this template was not basketball, but boxing.

However, the subsequent prompts from the system turned his dream into a shadow.

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